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Jan. 7th, 2008 09:48 pmResurfacing for two seconds to whine about the past week of packing, interrupted only for two back-to-back sessions of tooth-drilling. I'm not sure if my mouth or my legs hurt more. Maybe my fingers - packing boxes, cutting tape, prying and filing and carrying and scraping all mean five of my nails have been mangled nearly beyond recognition. We've also been intermittently sighing Waaaaaarcraaaaaaaft at each other, as the Internet deserted us about three weeks ago. Apparently though, having spread the good word like we do, Brandon came into our old office yesterday and found Business Reporter Kyle looking like the walking dead. His explanation? A blood elf paladin on the Exodar server. Aah, to be a n00b again.
However, today Brandon's dad helped us take the bulk of our junk (I've been outgrowing my childhood hoarding in fits and starts, and I think this move finally kicked the habit) down a flight of stairs and to a Chevy Suburban, a 12-by-6 trailer, and a 10-foot U-Haul truck. Yeah, that won't be the case once we return to the States and really consolidate ourselves into a single household. Until then, I'll settle for finding a good package solution for hauling cargo (yes, I do need all those books!) on an airplane. Brandon went with a heavy-duty plastic trunk, but I want something a bit more portable. Recommendations?
In other news, unlike the rest of the country the weather here in Florida has been beautiful - since the wedding, all the recreation we've managed is occasional walks to the Starbucks down our street. I got an adorable red peacoat from Old Navy at 50 percent off in the beginning of December, which is at last (and likely finally for a couple years) seeing some use. Plus, they just trained a bunch of new hires after the switch to a 24-hour schedule, and maybe it's their enthusiasm seeping into the brew but my gingerbread lattes have been exceptional. We drink them over episodes of The Twilight Zone marathon from New Year's, which was spent drinking with Brandon's college roommates Jimmy and Tony, dear boys who don't gloat after kicking my ass at Drinko and beer pong, then hug us for too long because they genuinely will be sad to see us go. <3
However, today Brandon's dad helped us take the bulk of our junk (I've been outgrowing my childhood hoarding in fits and starts, and I think this move finally kicked the habit) down a flight of stairs and to a Chevy Suburban, a 12-by-6 trailer, and a 10-foot U-Haul truck. Yeah, that won't be the case once we return to the States and really consolidate ourselves into a single household. Until then, I'll settle for finding a good package solution for hauling cargo (yes, I do need all those books!) on an airplane. Brandon went with a heavy-duty plastic trunk, but I want something a bit more portable. Recommendations?
In other news, unlike the rest of the country the weather here in Florida has been beautiful - since the wedding, all the recreation we've managed is occasional walks to the Starbucks down our street. I got an adorable red peacoat from Old Navy at 50 percent off in the beginning of December, which is at last (and likely finally for a couple years) seeing some use. Plus, they just trained a bunch of new hires after the switch to a 24-hour schedule, and maybe it's their enthusiasm seeping into the brew but my gingerbread lattes have been exceptional. We drink them over episodes of The Twilight Zone marathon from New Year's, which was spent drinking with Brandon's college roommates Jimmy and Tony, dear boys who don't gloat after kicking my ass at Drinko and beer pong, then hug us for too long because they genuinely will be sad to see us go. <3
